Chapter 493 Wan Poison (for subscription)
"Zhenjun Biyu, Zhenjun Heitian?"
Zhenjun Heisha fell into deep thought.
That’s all for Zhenjun Biyu, Zhenjun Heitian is a great monk in the late Yuanying period, the Supreme Elder of the Black Dragon School, and the absolute top figure in the world of cultivating immortals in the Western Desert.
Recklessly involving such characters, the impact is too great!
"Fellow Daoist, do you have evidence?"
Zhenjun Heisha pondered for a long time, but still asked.
"There is no..."
Fang Xi laughed: "The words have already been brought, whether or not to inform Tianwei City is a matter for fellow Taoists..."
The matter of the West Desert should be left to these local immortal cultivators to decide.
He brought a word that said he was doing his best.
Thinking to this point, Fang Xi cupped his hands, and directly steered the light away.
Zhenjun Heisha looked at the direction Fang Xi was leaving with deep eyes, but finally turned into a wry smile.
Back then, when he met this 'Mu Zhenjun' for the first time, he made a three-stroke agreement, and he gained the upper hand with ease.
As a result, the second meeting was also a three-stroke agreement, and if he failed two moves, he fell into a disadvantage and had to kill Zongmen Jiedan.
This time, although the opponent's aura was still in the early stage of Nascent Soul, it gave him a very dangerous feeling.
Zhenjun Heisha didn't dare to keep the opponent at all, and even felt that if he started to fight, he might die in less than one or two moves!
"Forget it, this kind of thing, let's leave it to the big monks like Zen Master Jin Guang to have a headache..."
True Monarch Heisha thought a little depressingly, and returned to the sect, ready to directly disclose this information...
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Two years later.
West Six Regions, near Wandu Gate.
"Damn... who are you, why do you have to embarrass me?"
Zhenjun Wandu was dressed in a green robe and had an ugly appearance. Looking at a figure wearing a bamboo hat in front of him, he hissed.
"True Monarch of Ten Thousand Poisons, you are cruel by nature. You connived at the disciples who tortured you. In order to refine the 'Ten Thousand Poison Demon Flame', you even committed boundless murder..."
Fang Xi put her hands behind her back and said, "I am a puppet, I am here to take your life, to eliminate demons and defend the way!"
"Hmph, it's just the law of the jungle. You guys need to find a name in the right way. The Wandumen created by me is originally a magic school. I stock some poisonous things on weekdays. What's the point of killing people?"
Wan Poison Demon Lord sneered, and a green flame appeared on his right hand.
The flame is pure green in color, and there seem to be black lines in it, releasing a kind of fragrance.
Within dozens of miles below, no matter what kind of flowers and trees were withered, all living beings were instantly poisoned to death!
"As expected of Wandu Demon Flame... Wandu Zhenjun, you have been famous for nearly a thousand years, and now your lifespan is probably running out?"
Fang Xi suddenly asked thoughtfully, and his consciousness was spread out for hundreds of miles. He didn't see the other monks, and there wasn't even a living thing nearby.
The Demon Monarch of Wandu released the power of poisonous flames to achieve the effect of 'clearing the field'.
"So what? You were able to act as if nothing had happened before this poisonous flame. It seems that you deliberately targeted me and swallowed a high-level detoxification elixir in advance..."
Wan Poison Demon Lord looked ugly and authentic.
"It's okay... I respect the old and love the young the most. Since time is running out, why should I miss the world of mortals? Why not just go on the road?"
Fang Xi smiled slightly. His 'Yimu Immortal Body' was naturally not afraid of many strange poisons. At this time, on the seal of life and death in his hand, a phantom of a demon tree emerged.
Kurong Xuanguang lightly brushed in the void.
Wan Poison Demon Monarch's eyes froze instantly, the Nascent Soul in his body fell into the five declines of heaven and man, and his body fell to the ground like a kite with a broken string.
Bear!
When he fell, the out-of-control Ten Thousand Poison Demonic Flame had erupted fiercely, trying to burn his body to death.
Fang Xi cast out a spell, and the white jade toad flew out, opened its mouth wide, and swallowed the 'Thousand Poison Demon Flame', a cyan brilliance flew out, and chopped off the head of the corpse.
At this moment, on the back of the Five Fire Gu, the four bumps are very conspicuous.
Two of them were bright red, one was gray and white, and the other was slowly being dyed dark green.
"Bone Bone Blood Flame, Red Lotus Demon Fire, Black Zombie Flame, Ten Thousand Poison Demon Flame...Five Fire Gu can also store another kind of magic fire."
Fang Xi sighed.
His period of time can be described as exhausting.
First of all, in the southern region, he went to the Tianshi Mountains, killed a fourth-rank corpse king, and won his natal corpse flame.
Then rushed to the Six Western Regions, participated in Dan Dingzi's alchemy conference, mixed in, exchanged experience with a group of alchemy masters, and felt that his alchemy skills had improved a lot.
Afterwards, they went to those evil flame cultivators and begged them to hand over their magic fire... Usually they were unwilling, so they resorted to coercion.
The use of Kurong Xuanguang today is firstly because the Ten Thousand Poison Demon Lord does not have much lifespan and does not consume much, and secondly because of the previous lesson of blood and tears.
'The old monster of the Nascent Soul of the Demonic Dao is vicious and vicious, and he is even more cruel to himself. Before he died, the previous demon king could use a secret method to annihilate the magic fire that he had cultivated for hundreds of years, leaving me with nothing...'
'Fortunately, the collection is almost done now. '
Fang Xi took a long breath: "The next target is the Sanyang Demon Fire of the Sacred Fire Cult?"
However, he recently heard the news that the Sanyang Demon Fire of the Sacred Fire Sect will produce a kind of 'child fire' regularly.
Although the power is not as powerful as the holy fire itself, it is not bad in the magic fire of the Nascent Soul cultivator.
Many of the Holy Fire Cult's secret techniques still require the cooperation of this seed fire to perform.
Although this seed fire is relatively rare, generally only Nascent Soul monsters or outstanding alchemy disciples of the Sacred Fire Cult are eligible to grant it, but it is not completely hopeless.
"This matter still needs to be planned slowly... First find a place to practice well before we talk about it."
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Sanxian Mountain.
The mountain range is shaped like a pen holder, with three peaks, each with its own wonders, hence the name.
The spiritual pulse of Sanxian Mountain is as high as the fourth-level middle-grade. It is rumored that thousands of years ago, three casual cultivators of Yuanying monks became close friends here, and jointly created the orthodoxy of the "Three Immortals".
Times have changed, and the worship of the three immortals is still talked about by many monks.
However, today, although the Three Immortals have been passed on, there is only one Nascent Soul cultivator in the sect, named 'Yunzhu Zhenjun'.
This day.
Fang Xi drove the cyan escape light to the outside of Sanxian Mountain, looked at the cloud-shrouded mountain protection formation, couldn't help smiling, and flew out a sound transmission talisman.
"May I ask your Excellency?"
Not long after, the clouds cleared and a passage appeared. Two Foundation Establishment disciples flew out with spiritual weapons, looked at Fang Xi, and asked respectfully.
"I'm a puppet...seeking to see Zhenjun Yunzhu."
Fang Xi smiled slightly, and the magic power of the Nascent Soul stage was released little by little, making the foreheads of the two foundation-building monks full of cold sweat: "It turns out that the true king is here, please wait a moment, we will go to invite the ancestors immediately..."
As for opening the formation, invite distinguished guests to come in and serve tea?
They didn't have the guts to invite a Nascent Soul who didn't know the enemy or us into the mountain guard formation.
Not long after, another ray of white light flew out, revealing one of the early Yuanying cultivators.
Wearing a white cloud Taoist robe, he was short and thin, his face was dry and wrinkled, and he looked like an ordinary little old man next door. At this time, he looked at Fang Xi with a pair of eyes: "Yunzhuzi has seen fellow Taoist... the sky puppet Fellow Daoist is from the south?"
Different from Wandumen, this True Lord Yunzhu has obviously been paying attention to the latest news in the world of cultivating immortals, and he has also heard about the name of True Lord Tianpuppet.
"Exactly..."
Fang Xi laughed, and threw out a wooden box: "I have something to ask, and I specially brought a gift for fellow Taoist."
"oh?"
Zhenjun Yunzhu waved a white cloud-like mana to catch the box firmly, checked it carefully, and only opened it slightly after finding that there was no problem.
A **** smell suddenly emerged.
Zhenjun Yunzhu's face changed slightly, and then he opened the wooden box completely, and saw a head, and said in a voiceless voice: "Old Demon of Ten Thousand Poisons? It turned out to be the head of this person..."
"I heard that Taoist friends seem to have a grudge against this demon, so I specially sent this demon's head. I don't know what you think?"
Fang Xi Shi Shi Ran said.
"Thank you fellow daoist... This old devil indeed has a deep blood feud with me."
Zhenjun Yunzhu closed the lid, smiled wryly and said: "I don't know what you want? If it's just about me, I will try my best to complete it, but if it involves the sect's orthodoxy, then forget it..."
"It's just a trivial matter. I am a casual cultivator, and I want to borrow precious land to practice for a while."
Fang Xi replied with a slight smile.
He has already inquired in the Six Western Regions. There are not many oases in the Western Desert, and the high-level ones have already been occupied by the Nascent Soul Sect and family.
Originally, the oasis where the Wandumen was located was good, but unfortunately, the spirit veins were only of the fourth-rank low-grade.
And Sanxian Mountain is a fourth-order middle-grade spirit vein!
Fang Xi chose the Three Immortals Sect, so she was naturally bullying the True Monarch Yunzhu, who was only in the early Yuanying stage, and couldn't even deal with the ten thousand poisonous old devil, and his strength was really mediocre...
Moreover, he also inquired about it in private.
Wan Du sect's disciples act arrogantly and domineeringly, but the Sanxian sect still has strict sect rules, barely within the scope of the righteous way.
"Borrowing land to cultivate?"
Rao Zhenjun Yunzhu is an old man, and he was almost surprised by this request.
It's not that Fang Xi's requirements are too high, but too low.
"That's all? Fellow Daoists won't have any strong enemies, right?" He couldn't help asking.
"Haha, fellow daoist, please rest assured, I have always been kind to others, and I have no enemies. Even if an enemy comes to my door, I will leave immediately and will not implicate the noble family."
Fang Xi's mouth curled up. He was indeed not lying. He had very few enemies, and he was just a purple thunder unicorn comparable to a great monk...
"Since this is the case, the old man agreed. The 'Qingxu Peak' of our sect can be left to live and practice for fifty years, no, a hundred years!"
Master Yunzhu obviously considered the problem of being occupied by outsiders, and set a deadline.
"Can!"
Fang Xi smiled slightly, and fell into Sanxian Mountain together with Master Yunzhu.
Sometimes, when the strength is reached, many things are that simple.
Sanxian Mountain is shaped like a pen holder, with 'Qingding Mountain' in the middle, and 'Qinghe Peak' and 'Qingxu Peak' on the left and right... It can be said that Master Yunzhu gave away one-third of the territory at once, and I don't know if it is It wasn't because of the corpse of the old demon Wandu.
Next, Fang Xi followed Zhenjun Yunzhu to the largest Qingding Mountain, watched as the Zhenjun summoned the high-ranking alchemy monks of the Three Immortals to come and recognize himself, the Zhenjun Yuanying, while talking , to ask the disciples of the Three Immortals to treat the Heavenly Puppet True Lord as respectfully as the Supreme Elder...
(end of this chapter)